The crimson sunrise here again.

It is a mark of wind and rain.

It will be here till the night.

What color blood, what color light?

What color light of life beyond?

It seems you wasn't ever young.

But day is passing right away?

It is the everybody pay

For present of a giving birth,

You living at th' azure earth.

And every other born is pone.

And never sunrise here alone.